On My Way
On My Way
The party continues …
ON MY WAY
Written by Dante Brooks (ASCAP), Gerald Broome (ASCAP), Vincent Charlow (BMI), Nabil Ince (BMI), Royce Lovett (BMI), Terrell Wilson (BMI)
© 2022 Common Hymnal Publishing (ASCAP), Kairae (ASCAP), Friend Of The Three (ASCAP), Common Hymnal Digital (BMI), Soul Lore Creative (BMI), Seaux Chill Publishing (BMI), Royce Lovett Music (BMI), The Wilson Songbook Publishing (BMI) (admin by IntegratedRights.com). CCLI 7194173.
HOOK (Dee Wilson)
My Lord, my Lord
So many empty tears falling on the floor
No more, no more
I might be limpin, but I’m kicking down the door
I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on my way
I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on my way
VERSE 1 (Royce Lovett)
I put a message in a bottle
A few words I couldn’t swallow
Funny how the alphabet yesterday will touch my tomorrow - damn
Fam - will hurt you like a curse
Black folk ain’t got a will / but will put rims on a hearse
I’m feeling intense
Like Indians and Willie Lynch
I wonder can I touch the sky or just sum ceiling fans
Generational Lack
Inherently black
Educational facts
The apparent attack
But I anit tripping, just spitting / writing/description
Just listen / I keep it real like I’m fishing / I got a dime like ten wishes
With the world on my back
I can’t lose
I got two boys and a bad bad boo
I'm blessed
With the world on my back
I can’t lose
I got two boys and a bad bad boo
VERSE 2 (Seb Camry)
Woah woah, yeah
Looking for the meaning in the middle of the mundane
My money looking minuscule, it’s only monday
But i guess if time is really money, got a lot to my name
I gotta dip & take that s**t to the bank, but i gotta fill the tank first
I done had a couple drinks, ain’t tryna make that thing swerve
Make my mama, daddy cry, I’d take one to the brain first
Damn, well that defeats the purpose
Build a dam inside my mind, block out the demons telling me i’m worthless
Tryna separate God from what I heard in service
All that fake it til you make it really wasn’t working
Learn to listen intently to what the pastor spurting
Sometimes the serpent slither into sunday sermons
Eat the meat, spit out the gristle & bone
Check the caller ID before ya pick up the phone
I had to learn that it’s that alright to press decline, hit the red button
Orchestration ain’t divine? You better get running.
VERSE 3 (Seaux Chill)
Oh baby I done did it again
I put my fears in the drink and pain to the pen
Just to need to release
I hate to pretend
But I don seen too many n**s play and get hit or make it then quit
I want you happy
I want you never stressin bout yo next bill
But focused on your next thrill
And on yo next meal
I know you love me
I never doubt it
I just tweak from time to time
I’ll always be your ride or die
I know that real s**t hard to find
And so I’m
So committed to the vibe now
Always thinking bout right now
Always be in and out of thoughts
I truly need to type out
Gettin better with time now
When YHWH pull the sky down
Oh we’ll be on our way
I’m sorry for the hard times
But the good times always outweigh em
It’s not an excuse it isn’t proof I’m just saying
We livin in abundance and our radiance
Is effervescent I love your essence but baby
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